Master Craftsman: Not Taking a Single Cent, Not Wanting a Single Coin, I Only Want

Big Ox Blacksmith Shop.

"Brother Lin, the iron rod you asked for is ready. This Big Ox Blacksmith Shop is a century-old establishment in Yong'an City, their craftsmanship is absolutely top-notch."

Wu Yong led Lin Fan towards the blacksmith shop. Whatever Brother Lin asked him to do, he would get it done, even if it meant skipping meals. He came to check on the progress every day, very diligently.

"Is that so? Then I must take a good look."

Lin Fan cared a lot about the iron rod. Ordinary wooden sticks couldn't support his explosive power; they would break the moment he applied a little force, making it difficult and obstructed to even hit someone.

Although he would get a saber after becoming a constable.

He felt that sabers were impractical. They could easily get stuck in bones when cutting someone. Moreover, the principle of "an inch longer is an inch stronger" was very obvious.

Swinging an iron rod, one strike would be enough, regardless of where it landed, to ensure the opponent wouldn't even have a chance to cry out for their parents.

As for sabers.

It was best to just use them for deterrence, placing one on the shoulder of a petty criminal would guarantee their good behavior.

At this moment, inside the blacksmith shop.

The Master Craftsman was polishing a dazzling iron rod. This rod had black threads on both ends and was silver-white on the body, with carved patterns. It was truly an exceptional piece of forging craftsmanship.

"Master, this iron rod weighs sixty pounds. Can anyone actually lift it?" a bare-chested strongman asked. Years of blacksmithing had resulted in a body full of bulging muscles that exuded explosive power.

He had tried it himself. The iron rod was too heavy. He could lift it, but to use it as a weapon was pure bragging. The inertia generated when swinging it made it very difficult to maintain balance.

The Master Craftsman replied, "Who knows? The customer requested it to be as heavy as possible."

The strongman shook his head and didn't ask further. As long as their blacksmith shop made money, the final use of this iron rod was none of their concern.

"Master Craftsman, I'm here."

Before he arrived, Wu Yong's voice could already be heard.

The people in the shop looked towards Wu Yong. They were very familiar with him, from Loyalty Hall and Jili Pier. And now, he wasn't alone; he was accompanied by a handsome and distinguished young man.

They exchanged glances, pondering.

Could it be that this iron rod was for him?

But looking at his build, he didn't seem like someone who could use it.

Walking into the blacksmith shop, Lin Fan smiled and nodded at everyone, acknowledging them. Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to the iron rod in front of the Master Craftsman. His eyes lit up; he really liked the style of this rod.

He couldn't help but walk up to the iron rod and reach out to pick it up.

The Master Craftsman was about to remind the person that the iron rod was very heavy and difficult to lift with one hand when he suddenly widened his eyes, as if he had seen a ghost.

The person effortlessly lifted the iron rod with one hand and even weighed it in his hand. The entire sequence of actions was performed with such ease and naturalness, as if the iron rod had no weight at all.

Let alone the Master Craftsman, even the other apprentices were stunned.

"Hmm, not bad. Although it's a bit light, it'll do for now." Lin Fan nodded with satisfaction and casually swung it a few times. The sound of the rod was like muffled thunder, whistling and roaring with great force.

With this weight, combined with his strength, anyone who wasn't a martial artist would be either crippled or dead upon contact.

His own system panel was quite good.

His rod techniques and Body Refining had greatly enhanced his physical strength. Especially during this period, he had forcefully pushed his Beginner Body Refinement to the Great Accomplishment stage.

This was achieved through his own hard work, one strike at a time.

It contained his blood and sweat.

"Ah! Ah!..." The Master Craftsman let out a strange exclamation. "Natural Divine Strength, this is Natural Divine Strength! I've been forging iron my entire life, and I've never seen anyone wield such a heavy weapon so easily."

Lin Fan chuckled, "Master Craftsman, you've dealt with weapons your whole life. You must have seen some extraordinary individuals, some Martial Way masters, right?"

He didn't expect to get any information about the Martial Way from the Master Craftsman.

But as a skilled blacksmith, he might have come into contact with some, more or less.

"Extraordinary individuals? Martial Way masters? What are those? The heaviest saber I've ever forged only weighed a little over ten pounds." the Master Craftsman exclaimed.

Alright.

It seemed the other party truly didn't know.

The Master Craftsman's eyes didn't seem like he was lying. If he were trying to hide something, his eyes would surely have flickered.

The Martial Way, the Martial Way.

What reason caused the Martial Way to be hidden so deeply?

What were they afraid of?

"Master Craftsman, I really like this weapon. How much silver, and I'll pay you." Lin Fan held the iron rod, feeling full of power. A suitable weapon could often unleash greater combat effectiveness.

The rod is the ancestor of all weapons.

It naturally had its reasons.

The apprentices were full of anticipation. The materials used for this iron rod were top-grade, belonging to the shop's prized materials, and the master personally supervised its creation. The price would be extraordinary.

But soon, when they heard what the Master Craftsman said, they were dumbfounded.

"It's free, no charge, not a single coin." The Master Craftsman immediately waved his hands. Then, as if blood rushed to his face, his complexion turned red. He excitedly grabbed Lin Fan's hand, "I only have one request, can I have the shop's name engraved on it? Just this one request, I'm willing to pay you even if I lose money."

Lin Fan was taken aback for the first time.

It was the first time he'd heard of someone forging a weapon without charging money, especially since he could feel the high cost of this iron rod.

All the costs combined.

Dozens of taels wouldn't be enough.

"Master Craftsman, have you thought this through?" Lin Fan asked.

The Master Craftsman immediately nodded, "I have, it's absolutely true, no charge. I have a premonition that this rod will surely go down in history, forging a path of its own. I just want my name on it."

Hearing this.

Lin Fan smiled, he could understand. It was like a historian, who wouldn't change a single word even if it meant death, thinking, "Kill me, and I'll be remembered forever."

The Master Craftsman before him was likely the same.

"Alright, I'll fulfill your request," Lin Fan said.

"Good, good, good."

The Master Craftsman was so excited he almost jumped like a child. He immediately found his tools and carved a few characters onto the iron rod.

[Forged by Big Ox Blacksmith Shop]

After carving.

The Master Craftsman couldn't hide his excitement and tried his best to keep Lin Fan there, hoping to host a banquet. But Lin Fan politely declined. Who would accept a free meal after getting a free iron rod?

After a few brief exchanges, he picked up the iron rod and left the blacksmith shop. The Master Craftsman enthusiastically and respectfully saw him off, shouting, "Come back anytime you need anything!"

Lin Fan felt he had profited.

The Master Craftsman also felt he had profited.

Everyone felt they had profited.

It was a win-win, and it was very good.

After Lin Fan left.

The apprentices gathered around, "Master, you really didn't charge him? Aren't we at a huge loss?"

"Loss my ass, profit my ass. I've profited, old man. I've truly profited. Big Ox Blacksmith Shop will truly go down in history." Then, the Master Craftsman found incense and went before the spirit tablet placed in the blacksmith shop. He lit the incense and knelt down with a thud, "Master, the thing you longed for your entire life and never achieved, your disciple might actually achieve it."

"Sixty jin, Master, it felt like nothing. This person's future is boundless!"

The apprentices around watched their master's emotional state.

They looked at each other in bewilderment for a moment.

Although they couldn't understand their master's thoughts, they respected them.

On the way back.

Wu Yong looked at Brother Lin with immense admiration.

What is charisma?

This, damn it, is charisma!

Regret! Why wasn't I born a woman? Then I could have offered myself to him.

Slap.

Wu Yong angrily slapped himself.

What was I thinking? How could I be so greedy? I even thought about offering myself. It would be good enough to be taken advantage of by Brother Lin.

Lin Fan asked curiously, "What are you doing? Why are you hitting yourself for no reason?"

"N-nothing."

"Oh."

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